The last 3 weeks have been tough for me. My love of food has diminished, my passion for cooking faded and eating for the sake of eating has become a reality. My energy levels have plummeted, and even with only two days of work a week, I find myself falling asleep before Masterchef even starts.
But I suppose these symptoms are all to be expected when you have someone leeching all your nutrition and energy. That’s right; J and I have a little one on the way, expected arrival, mid-March!
For the last week of our trip to Nepal, the smell of the rotting rubbish on the street seemed to get worse and food wasn’t settling quite so well but I was hungry ALL the time and the prawn crackers that J loved needed to be eaten in another room!
I had a slight inkling that I was pregnant but I refused to spend our hard earned and perfectly budgeted holiday funds on a pregnancy test in Nepal (though, I did stop drinking cocktails after this inkling – sticking to shandies instead!), so I just waited until we got home.
The first night home was tough, after so many hours of travelling, a broken sleep was all my body could muster, and I was filled with anticipation.
The test was a resounding ‘positive’, and J’s initial response, although excited was “I thought you said we had a year.”
The reality has definitely hit home now, after our first ultrasound today. The morning sickness seems to have subsided and now that we’ve passed the ‘danger-zone’, the excitement is kicking in!
I’m hoping now that my appetite has returned things will return to normal around here and more recipes will get tested, tasted, photographed and written about, more restaurants will be reviewed and more gardening will happen. So thank you all for your patience during my little hiatus.